A paranormal wolf shifter, Dark Night of the Moon, is the sequel to Moon of the Sleeping Bear.
Creed Gatlin flees to Arizona intent on eradicating the haunting memories of his brother’s wife, Lauren. Brand Gatlin, presumed dead, resurfaces after a long absence and with his reemergence, the destinies of those he loves are altered forever.
In a land rife with war and danger, Sage must travel to the village of her husband’s People, the Winnebago. There, she is reunited with Crooked Back, the ancient healer. On the long trek back to Full Circle, devious plots are underfoot and peril lurks around every corner for Sage, Lauren and Peter Pa. Dark Night of the Moon will take you on an unforgettable journey of war, violence, overwhelming grief, and finally, love.
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Dark Night of the Moon is the continuation of Moon of the Sleeping Bear, the story of identical twins separated at birth.
As with Moon of the Sleeping Bear, many of the incidents in the novel were inspired by true events in my ancestors' lives. At the time of the Civil War, my gg-grandmother had ten children, was pregnant with her 11th when two of her sons, her brother and one of her son-in-laws went off to fight for the North. We have many stories in our family of ancestors who not only fought in the war, but lived through those tumultuous times.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Again, the identical twins were based on gg-cousins who lived during the Civil War era. I've always thought it would be fascinating to write about twins who grew up and lived totally different lives.
Dark Night of the Moon – Keta Diablo (wolf-shifter)
The branches of a nearby scrub rustled, no doubt a critter searching for his next meal. A phantom sensation claimed Sage, a feeling she couldn't ignore. Turning her head toward the noise, a quiet gasp split her lips. The yellow eyes of the wolf looked into hers. “Walking Spirit,” Sage whispered, her heart pounding.
Time hung suspended between the boundaries of sanity and the absurd. Reason told her men didn't turn into wolves, and yet she knew in her heart her man had.
Looks Back spun around, his keen sense alerted to danger. He pulled an arrow from his quiver and lined up his bow. Sage scrambled to her feet and adjusted her clothing. With narrow eyes, Looks Back notched the arrow and drew back on the sinew.
“No!” she screamed and lunged toward the shrub. A white-hot pain shot through her chest. She looked down and watched the blood soak her doeskin dress. My blood? Sage fell to her knees, teetered for a minute time and crumbled to the ground. A canopy of pine branches spun overhead. “Run, Walking Spirit, run!” she gasped between pain-filled breaths.
Looks Back loomed over her, his face masked in terror. He drew her into his arms and sprinted back to camp, stumbling over his own feet as he entered Mad Bear's lodge. Laying her on a pile of soft branches, he knelt beside her and stared at the arrow embedded in her torso.
Pain choked her when she turned to look at him. “You must pull the arrow out.”
Tremors claimed his lean body when the howl of the wolf split the still air. He rose and paced the tipi, his eyes locked on the opening.
“You must pull it out! If you don't, I'll die, and so will you when Mad Bear returns.”
He came to an abrupt halt, his face white with fear. “I cannot do this thing.”
“You can and you will.” She didn't believe for a minute he cared about her welfare, but she had to convince him if he didn't remove the arrow Mad Bear would kill him when he returned. That was her only chance.
He knelt beside her again, sweat from his forehead trickling into his dark eyebrows. He jumped when the haunting lament from the wolf echoed around them.
“Soon I’ll lose consciousness from the loss of blood. You must hurry –break it off close to the skin.”
His voice trembled. “Then what must I do?”
“Dig the arrow out with your knife.”
“No, no. Do not ask this of Looks Back.”
Struggling for breath, she rose to an elbow and stared into his dark eyes. “You listen to me. I'll be dead by nightfall if you don't. My medicine pouch, there.” She pointed to a shelf over her berth. Find the bone needle and pull a strong hair from your horse's tail to sew up the wound when you're done.”
The brave rose, pulled the pouch from the shelf and handed it to her. She dumped the contents on the floor and held a twisted stem before him. “Cat's claw. Once the arrow is removed, place the leaves over the wound and cover it with a wet rag.”
He shook his head.
“No more talk.” She softened her voice. “If you plan to grow old, you must remove it. Now, find a leather thong I can put between my teeth, and be quick.”
Keta Diablo lives in the Midwest part of the United States on six acres of gorgeous woodland. When she isn't writing or gardening, she loves to commune with nature. A pair of barn owls returns to the property every year to birth their young and show them off in the high branches of the oak trees. Nothing more adorable than these white fluffy babies with heart-shaped faces. A lifelong animal lover, Keta devotes her time and support to the local animal shelter. Emma LaPounce, a rescued feline, has been her furry companion for the last ten years.
Keta is an award-winning and bestselling author who writes in several genres: Western Romance, Historical Romance, Paranormal Romance and Contemporary Romance. In a past life, she wrote Gay Romance. Her books have received numerous accolades, including RWA contest finalist, Authors After Dark finalist, Top Pick of the Month and Recommended Review from many top review sites, and Best Romance Finalist from The Independent Author Network.
Ps: For some strange reason, ghosts often show up in her stories, no matter the genre.
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